Stay Away From My Friends (sequel to bulletproof love)

chapter 8

Finns POV

All week I've seen Megan walk around school by herself looking completely miserable. Her eyes don't have that little sparkle in them like they used to but to be honest this is all her fault, she abandoned us. I didn't know what happened between her and Jason until Matt told me about all the rumours that are going round school. Of course I felt sorry for her for what he did to her because what he did was horrible but karmas a bitch I guess. It pains me to see her looking so miserable and lonely all the time now because I fucking love that girl and always have but I hate her for what she did at the same time, it's all so complicated. Me and the guys don't know what to do but we've all agreed that we won't do anything until she's approaches us, we're not going to her, she started this so she has to fix it.

Megan's POV

This week. This week has been the worse. As I walk around school like a loner, I see the guys looking at me in pity, it's obvious they know what happened, the whole school knows, I bet they laughed once they found out. I've picked up a really bad habit, yes I know I shouldn't but it helps me, it's an addiction that I can't seem to shake off. I'm not proud that I turned to self harm but that's how low my life's become.

As I sleepily walked downstairs around noon on a Saturday morning I heard the television blaring from the lounge. I walked in and saw everyone in the lounge, my mum, dad, Jacob and my uncles.

"She's a woken from her slumber!" Mike said as he spotted me standing in the doorway. I mumbled in response because I was way too tired to function. I walked over and sat next to him like I always do.

"How are you sweetie?" My mum asked.

"Tired" I yawned. Mike wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, I happily cuddled up to him like I always do.

"You okay, you look sad?" Mike said. I looked up to him and put on my best fake smile, I've become a pro at that lately.

"Yeah I'm fine, just tired I guess" I shrugged. That was half true, I was really tired from the lack of sleep I've been getting lately. He nodded and left it at that. My dad kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but every time he wanted to it was like he couldn't or he stopped himself.

"You okay dad?" I asked. He looked up to me and nodded unconvincingly, "you don't look it!" I stated. He looked around at the guys and they all nodded at him, what are they hiding from me?

"Sit next to me quickly?" He asked nicely. I obliged and sat in the free seat next to him.

"So, what's up?" I asked unaware of everything.

"Me and the guys are going on tour again next week" He said. My face dropped completely, they're leaving me again..

"You're leaving again?" I asked sadly. I knew the answer but I need to be told. He nodded his head.

"Yeah, for 2 months" He said. I looked around and I saw everyone giving me sympathetic looks. When dad and my uncles go, I admit I take it the worst, my dad my uncles are my life and I hate seeing them go for months on end, especially uncles Mike. I sighed and held back the tears, this is such bad timing, I thought. I stood up and just left the room so no one saw me cry. This is all too much, first I get humiliated in front of everyone, then my lose my only friends and now my dad and uncles are leaving me for 2 months, I can't take it. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum and brother but I miss them so much.

I walked into my room, slammed the door not caring if everyone heard and laid on my bed. I let the tears fall freely down my face. I did the only thing that I knew would help the pain I was feeling right now. I grabbed my blade from my drawer and relieved the pain. After a few cuts, I watched the red blood surface my skin and run down my arm. I don't know what it was about blood but I felt relaxed by it. Once I was done, I walked to the bathroom and rinsed my arm. I examined my arm after and looked at the several red lines carved into my pale forearm. I sighed when I realised that they're on me for life, scars.